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Copyright, 1914 

Laura M. Walker 

Lakewood, N. J. 



NOV 21 19/4 
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Reflection 


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The Burning Heart 


2 


Woodland Ways 


3 


Sympathy 


4 


Tne Neat 


5 


Immortal 


6 


Small Things 


7 


Autumn 


8 


Life 


9 


The Mother 


10 


Shelter 


11 


The Torch 


12 


Spectrum 


13 


A Trihute 


14 


One Hour 


15 


"Come, Little Child" 


16 


"Lest I Stray" 


17 


Storm 


18 


Two Thieve* 


19 


Self 


20 


Youth 


21 


Travellers 


22 


Sounds 


23 


Fall Days 


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REFLECTION 



^^SfeSfe 



ERE I tne deptns of some translucent lake 
And you a star set hign in Leavens blue. 
Your image deep into my soul I a take 
And so reflect, in me, yourself to you. 




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THE BURNING HEART 




ENTO the ocean sinks the burning sun 
And night is near, and peace, for those who sleep: 
Ah! would to God my own life's day were d< 
And quenched this turning heart in waters deep. 




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WOODLAND WAYS 

? HEN wandring joyous in the woodland ways 
In every leaf I sing my dear love s praise ; 
But when to city turmoil I depart, 
I hold my dear love hidden in my heart. 







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SYMPATHY 

HAT is life wortk without tke clinging Lands 
And soft unwavering gaze, wkick silent tell 
Tnat tkrougk tke stress of every day's demands. 
Between us, all is well. 








y^\N empty Louse is like an empty nest: 

It, too. Las sLeltered little new-Lorn tLings, 
\VLo, Luman-wise or else witL fluttering wings 
^Went fortL to seek tLeir way, at Gods LeLest. 







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jEEP in tne rose s neart., far to tke roseate sky, 
[nto my love s true eyes to heart of gold ; 
1 nere looking need I never more be told 
Tkat we are born to love and tken — to die. 









SMALL THINGS 



[CORN not the smallest act in faith to Jo, 
God in his greatness does the small tilings too; 
Hold high thy head ahove all -wrong to see. 
But bend it low to hear when aught is asked of thee. 








AUTUMN 

/pRAY of the clouds, russet of autumn wood. 
^ Gold of tke meadow, and the setting sun! 
And we whose summer had but just begun, 
^^ere no wise ready for this autumn mood. 






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/A little candle in a timid Land 
™ Exploring darkness round and round about : 
SKade well tke little flame, for tnere may stand 
At any corner one wno'U Wow it out. 








THE MOTHER 

BENDING down she whispers to her child 
"Little petal from a sweet wild rose. 
Soft as down from thistle! Dear God knows 
All my heart is happy," and she smiled. 






A S flower skeltered from tne stormy witu 
^^ By some great rock and naving not to strive. 
So, near tky strength dotn all my being tnrive. 
And warmtn and quiet do I daily find. 






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TT^\EATH cannot quench this flame— 

*— ' love s holy flame. 

For naught can cool or dim the sacred light; 

Through aeons past, from soul to soul it came ; 

Wlio hears this torch strong death cannot affright. 





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SPECTRUM 

SJpOUTH runs the gamut of all color gay. 

Like sun through crystal shining on the wall: 
And Age moves slowly hy a sadder way. 
Where moonlight spectrum hardly shows at all. 






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A TRIBUTE 



TU7ER eyes I liken to pellucid brook. 

With nappy lights oy golden sunshine tinged, 
And all her soul seems from tnose eyes to look 
Vv nose setting is so deeply darkly fringed. 






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ONE HOUR 

NE little tour in one wnole day 
ne Jay in all tne seven. 



Vet in that day, say wkat ye may 
I Lave one tour of keaven. 






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"COME LITTLE CHILD" 

/pOME little child and hold me hy the hand. 
And look at me with tender loving eyes ! 
Would I were pure like thee — not worldly wise 
So should I hold all hearts at my command. 






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LEST I STRAY 



Tf F thy thought turns to me with prayer 

On thy dear lips, to bless my way. 
If thy God keep me lest I stray 
Thy faith I must a little share. 






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TWO THIEVES 

SPIRIT of air, ruby, iris and gold. 
Bird with breast gleaming, 
and swift-shining flight. 
There is another, for honey less bold. 
Blundering, soft colored, moth of the night. 







GjpHERE are some mortals wrapped close in a veil 

Of self, who heed not all the happy ways 
Of those about them, hut instead, hewail 
Their loneliness and blindly live their days. 






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QS^S, 





fODELLED in heauty- chiselled strong. 
Perfection thrilled with life and young : 
Surely when he was horn the angels sung 
And gave him joy to help the sad and wrong. 






TRAVELLERS 



THERE are so many, travelling on life's road, 
Some Uitne and gay and some witk lagging feet 
Tnere is not one wno does not bear kis load. 
And in eacn cup drink titter witn nis sweet. 






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SOUNDS 



'jjNJTOT yet has man made populous the sky 

With aeroplane and thrumming engine voice 
We still can hear the wild geese honking hy. 
And still the skylark s song hids us rejoice. 






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|C^)ROWN and sere and yet beneath it all 

Unburn lsbed gold of latest days of fall. 
The bills and valleys seem to glimmer gold ; 
One day perbaps and snow will all enfold. 





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